Always A Green Pine

w c

Always A Green Pine

 

After August had her say

And her brown had come to stay

The sky was still bright with blue

And a pine was good as new

 

August was for all intent

Determined to see the pine tree spent

And directed a rain cloud tall

To rain not on the pine at all

 

When August was finally done

Autumn fair had begun

And he was a fine old chap

And brought the pine’s showers back

 

The Fall was soon cool and crisp

And leaves fell and were missed

But the pine kept her boughs

Beautiful and alive somehow

 

And there was green in the Winter

Despite the snows of December

And the pine was the greatest i’ve seen

As if it were the middle of Spring





  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 23rd, 2018 00:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • orchidee

    A fine write w c. I've seen some giant sized cones too.

    • w c

      Thanks, orchidee. Pine cones are used in crafts a lot. You have to be careful though, as they can be quite sharp.

    • sylviasearcher

      I enjoyed this. I saw a conker shell on the ground yesterday. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness will be upon us soon. 🙂

      • w c

        Thanks, sylviasearcher. I look forward to the season change. It's been too hot and dry here in central Texas.

        • sylviasearcher

          Oh we don't do hot and dry in northern England!

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        • Laura🌻

          w c,

          An great write!

          A green pine for all seasons. A sign of hope all year round.

          I’m still holding on to two very special decorated pine cones made as ornaments by my children (a few decades ago) in elementary school!

          ~Laura~

          • w c

            Thanks, Laura. I think i may have some pine ornaments somewhere too. I can't say exactly where, but i have no intention of throwing them away!



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